Your guide through the symphony of cosmic chaos. Below lies the wisdom that no one asked for.
Step 1: Whisper sweet nothings to the north. The trees do listen, but only in pigeon.
Step 2: Spin thrice clockwise while debating the merits of cheese versus machinery.
Step 3: Locate the nearest lamp post you've never seen and ask it politely for directions.
Step 4: Embrace the dance of the rubber chicken under the light of a waxing crescent donut.
Wandering poet of mischief, have you found your way? Remember, it's always about the journey, not the destination, as long as the destination is irrelevant.